Abellona: A Short Story

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“I should have known one of the two of you would’ve put a protection spell on this land,” she said seething, and I instantly thought of Katelyn when she had taken the container of salt out of our kitchen and poured it out along our property line. “It’s nice to see you again, Janine,” Abellona then snickered to my mama while giving her a sadistic smile, her coal-black eyes seeming to pierce my mama like daggers. “I was just getting a little acquainted here with your daughter. Tell me, Janine… which one of the two of you is protecting this house? I know it can’t be your mother because I’ve already killed that wretched woman.” “You stay away from my family, Abellona,” my mama said, summing up the courage and resolve to confront …show more content…

And, at first, I let her go on with what she was doing out of sheer curiosity on my part. I had thought she might be gathering these things for her magic, yet another pathetic attempt to create a spell or a potion that could get rid of me. But after a while… I realized that she wasn’t collecting these things for her witchcraft at all. She was actually gathering food for herself. To think, she had thought that she was going to get away with trying to use my forest, My Mountain, as her own personal grocery store right under my nose. What a fool she was to think that I wouldn’t find out about it. That I wouldn’t make whatever she took as virulent as possible. Even the witch in Snow White had poisoned the apple, you know. I couldn’t believe how easy it was… your mother, Lyanna, such a powerful witch, and in the end, done in by such a harmless little vegetable—quite funny when you think about …show more content…

The girders having managed to slip their way out of several nylon belts that had bound them all together only to come crashing down on my grandfather after he’d dropped off a sick kid he had found lying in the street while on patrol. She even told me how Savannah—forget that—Abellona, had first confronted her back when she was just six-years-old. My mama having said that Abellona had looked exactly the same back then as she did today when we had seen her. She went on telling me that Abellona had a habit of always showing up when she was alone and there wasn’t anybody around to protect her. And, at first Abellona had pretended to be her friend just like she had done with me, but ultimately she was just toying with her, also like she had done with